I love both of your stalker!steve fics β₯οΈ I was just curious how they would react to the reader flirting with or even dating someone else.
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A/n: I feel like Artist Steve wouldn't definitely be in a mood.
Your his Muse after all. All his undivided attention is on you at all times.
At first he couldn't sleep at night. His insomnia returned. Nothing could calm him down. Not even thought of you.
All he could see was you flirting back with the barista while ordering your coffee.
He tried to talk himself out of it, it wasn't rational. Of course he flirt with you, you where a piece of art. Anyone with eyes could see it, and wouldn't question it.
But the more he thought about it. Images from the interaction played over and over in his head.
So much to the point he wasn't sleeping.
His art stopped. Every idea he had of you left his mind and was replaced with pure rage and pitiful heartbreak.
Canvas where broken.
He's an artist. He felt things ten times more. Channelling his anger was never a strong suit of his.
Pages where ripped up. Paint brushes snapped in two. His loft was a disaster. His anger filled the space and he didn't know what to do.
He had to see you.
He flipped through sketches of you. Starred at a recent painting of you asleep for half of the afternoon.
Steve calmed himself down enough to regroup and get a hold on his emotions Mainly the anger that pumped through his veins.
He grabbed his sketchbook and his jacket making his way to the park you usually ate at on your lunch break.
He had to see you. That would make everything right.
I'm gonna stop right here before this becomes a full on one shot lmao. Okay onto the next!
Now I.T Steve is a tad bit different.
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He was never one to resort straight to anger. If anything at first he wasn't bothered. You two where endgame. So whatever you did until the time came didn't matter to him. You and him together was inevitable.
He read the messages between you and some guy you'd met on a night out. It wasn't going anywhere.
But then things started to take a serious turn. He was sending you flowers and brought you lunch one.
Steve sat in the corner of the break room watching you chat with your so called "friend". He made you laugh, the beautiful smile that stretched across your face was caused by him and not Steve.
He had to go.
Within a half an hour Steve knew how to fix this small error. Your friend had blocked you suddenly. Every text you sent went unanswered.
After not hearing back from him in a week you deleted him from your contacts.
It was hard for Steve to watch you be so upset. But he thought better for your heart to get broken by being ghosted than being told what ever relationship the two of you were developing would workout. Due to both of your busy schedules.
He just figured hacking into his phone and blocking you from his side was the best way to go.
And just like that you were left alone. Unknowingly waiting for Steve to make his first move.
| Sorry it took me a sec to answer this. Hopefully you liked seeing into there crooked minds π
